2) I'm a lightweight drinker. (Count for the weekend: one margarita and about one-tenth of a huuuge pink slushy drink.)

3) I don't "get" the whole gambling thing. I like my money! (Count for the weekend: after half an hour of 3-card poker (where the dealer helps the ignorant newbies, I had won $30 on top of the $40 I started with.)

4) I dislike artifice in almost all forms.

5) Hookers make me sad.

*Note that I said I hate cigarette smoke ... not smokers. Because if I hated smokers, I would have to hate some people I love, and I can't do that.

I was so happy that I was with friends who didn't pull the guilt-trippy, "What? You're going back to the room?! (At one a.m.) Noooo! Stay and have another drink! Come onnnn ... talk to these boring, sketchy dweeb-boys with us."

And I'm such a complete opposite-of-fun-party-girl that when I woke up at 3:30 and groggily ascertained that my lambs were not back in the fold yet ... I worried about them, and didn't sleep until they came home, dragging their tails behind them.